my street

My very first keychain was a little California street sign. Given to me by an aunt or an uncle, most likely purchased at an airport, the green tin with the white letters and the round key loop read, MONICA STREET, and it held my very important locket key (the only key I had for the first twelve years of life). My keychain hung on a little nail above my third grade bedside, and there it stayed until it was later replaced by a "New Kids On The Block" poster (since we’re being honest). But as you’d suspect, as the years have passed I have always wondered if some day I might find the real live California street sign, for a real live street called Monica Way. Friends, it only took me thirty years, but my elevator doors just opened and guess what? I found it. Anyone want to drive to Placerville?